It is the Memories ...
Tomorrow he goes on to another stage.
He is 90 plus and feeling his age.
Sickness has taken its toll on him
After years of survival, his body has given in.
But he has a daughter who is constant and true,
Who is always there to see him through.
Her devotion her love is all he needs
At this time when life recedes.
Two days on he slips into eternal sleep
As those who knew him weep.
Sad to see him go, but now at peace
As he slips away in sweet release.
His pain and discomfort now deceased.
We all will at sometime be in this situation.
Old age, dependency, justification.
Against all odds we stumble along,
Believing that this is where we belong.
Being healthy wealthy and wise
Is looked on as such a prize.
This is good, but we can’t unpack
Its the way it is,there is no going back.
Life doesn’t last forever.
It’s the memories
Val Cook February 2012